sown

I am a seed,
a product of my producers,
tossed into unknown soil, 
water me and see my roots spread deep, 
splayed around me,
grasping that of the unknown,
breaking into new ground,
growing, searching, then,
an upward pursuit,
a glance, 
a source of life,
everlasting,
filled, 
a new purpose,
a new growth,
a new start.
I am a root,
a product of hope,
found in fertile soil,
water me and watch the ground break,
stretching outward,
soaking up the light,
feeling the sweet breath of fresh air,
reaching new heights,
establishing,
budding,
branching.
I am a bloom,
a product of my branch,
revealing the mysteries built over many nights,
water me and watch the beads form,
I am known,
realized,
recognized,
an impermeable beauty,
vulnerable to so much,
yet confident in my sources,
nourish yourself in my production,
let it give you strength,
I am a well spring of life to those in need,
bending and swaying as the winds please,
strong in my standing,
I do not fear,
retreating when the sun sets,
I am a short season.
I am plucked,
pulled from the ground I once knew,
do with my skins what you please,
place me in a vase,
hang me to dry,
toss me aside,
I know,
that although a short stint served,
a seed is all I was,
given opportunity,
a new chance
watered,
fed,
and from that a burst of laughter,
confident in my ways,
contagiously spreading to others,
take from me what you will,
let it nurture you,
taken from the ground,
I'm closer to the light,
my valiant source,
my hope in time of need,
I am a seed.